Category: short stories
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Journey to the Whispering Wood (2/2)
Once they were certain they had secured the ambushers, they struck out on the trail again. When nightfall was nearing, they found a smallish cave tucked into one of the baby mountains and set up a few traps to cover themselves. A fire was built. Food was prepared. The four of them sat around and…
Andrea
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Journey to the Whispering Wood (1/2)
Ailwin harbored a secret so big it could topple the kingdom. She did not mean to collect it. She did not wish to harbor it. But, were word to get out, it would mean the end of everything. In that initial moment, she didn’t feel it. She didn’t feel the weight—the significance—of what she was…
Andrea
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The Midnight Bloom
His smile was like nothing she’d ever seen before. The way it lit up his harsh, angular features. The way it revealed a set of hidden dimples. The way it turned him from a hardened figure to a dashing young man. It was like nothing she’d ever seen before, except she had seen it before.…
Andrea
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The Last Adventure of Theodora Binx (2/2)
“How is it possible that I’ve known you for five years and you never mentioned your sister?” Theodora asked after they were safely settled on the train. “She’s not exactly the pride of the family,” Augustus joked. Theodora smirked. “Right. Because running about and stealing bits and bobbles for your inventions is so praiseworthy.” “We…
Andrea
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The Last Adventure of Theodora Binx (1/2)
The train station was older than most of the city, a veritable relic from a time without magic. Unlike the contemporary tech that ran on light or sound, the trains were still powered by liquid fuel sources. It made for an interesting atmosphere around the station. Thick, pungent air surrounded it like a cloud of…
Andrea
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The tree and its leaves
For an exercise with my writing group, we each picked a myth from a list of prompts. Mine was: Write a myth to explain why leaves change color. Below is that myth. Once upon a time there was a tree. Its branches were long and wide. Bright green leaves stretched out toward the sky. The…
Andrea
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The Hunter & The Gatherer
With my bow in hand and my quiver on my back, I step outside on this brisk autumn morning. The mountains are ablaze with trees of gold, orange and red. My pack is still sleeping. As much as I love them, there’s nothing like some quality alone time. I take a deep breath of the…
Andrea
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Flitty Fliers & Ground-Bound Things

If you read my last post, you saw that I wrote a short story where every line started with a different word. In direct contrast to that, here is a short story in which every line starts with the same word. … The season is summer. The weather is warm. The girl leaves her house,…
Andrea
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The Story of Marigold & Basil

The prompt that served as parameters for this short story: Write a short story in which every sentence starts with a different word. The story must include a girl, a feather (could be more than one), and the word “sugar.” … Trillian’s Treasures, Trinkets, and Tchotchkes is by far the most well-stocked bits and baubles…
Andrea
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Stranger on the bus

This is a short story I wrote for my writing group. It’s based on the following prompt: I see him every day. He’s tall and broad-shouldered. He’s not lanky like some tall men. He’s filled out nicely, with a bit of a dad bod. He has copper hair and dark stubble on his chin every…
Andrea
